Unbeautifully (Undeniable, #2)(77)

Cox grinned. “Little f*cker is almost as big as the big f*cker.”

“Fuck that. Brother is more than ten years younger than me. I gotta rep to hold up.”

Laughing, Cox slapped him on the back. “You stayin’ this time, right? You gonna go claim that bitch of yours and patch back in?”

He was about to answer when the club’s front door banged open and a skinny redhead stormed inside. Cage came in next, looking a mixture of miserable and frightened. Danny was last, scowling as she dragged in two large floral bags.

“Holy shit,” Cox breathed. “Either we’ve been invaded by hippies or that’s…Tegen.”

Since there weren’t any other skinny redheads that Cage and Danny had been sent to collect, it had to be Tegen. But it sure as f*ck didn’t look like the four-eyed, frizzy-haired, mouthy little shit he remembered her as.

“For the last time, Danny, I am not staying at your f*cking house!” Tegen yelled as she disappeared inside the kitchen.

Ripper’s brow lifted. Okay. So she was still a mouthy little shit.

Blowing out a breath, Cage glanced their way, his eyes wide and pleading. “Help,” he whispered.

Cox snorted. “Fuck that. I got enough crazy bitches to deal with. Between Kami and Mary Catherine hittin’ me up for everything under the sun and, f*ck me, Anna always askin’ for more money…”

Ripper stopped listening. Danny had given up on dragging Tegen’s luggage through the room and was now standing very still, watching him. Everything she was thinking, feeling, wanting, was showing plain as day on her face.

Are you going to leave?

His gaze never once left those beautiful blue eyes.

No.

Really?

Yeah, baby, really.

Why not?

He glanced down at himself. Can’t exactly get off the couch, can I?

He watched as she pressed her lips together, fighting a smile.

Fuuuuuck. He wanted to go to her. Touch her, smell her, f*cking hold her right here in the middle of the club, in front of her brother, in front of Cox, in front of the whole f*cking world. Then he wanted to take her to bed, f*ck her half to death, f*ck her some more, do some sleeping, f*ck her some more.

Fuck, he had to adjust his cock.

Watching him, Danny’s cheeks turned a light shade of pink, whether she was flushed from arousal or embarrassed, either way it was a good sign.

Speaking of good signs, the sight of her nipples hardening under her white ribbed tank was ranking pretty high on his list.

Fuck it. He had to do something. He wanted her back in his bed. Tonight. Right now.

I want you, beautiful girl.

She sucked her bottom lip inside her mouth and bit down. For how long?

Holding her gaze with his, For f*ckin’ ever.

“Oh my god, seriously?”

Tegen stood just outside the kitchen, a beer in one hand and a sandwich in the other, her narrowed gaze alternating between Danny and him.

She flashed Danny a nasty grin he didn’t much appreciate. “You and Ripper, huh? What happened to ZZ? You get sick of him?”

Danny, who’d gone stiff, turned to glare at Tegen. “Don’t talk about things you know nothing about.”

Tegen kept grinning. “Really? So you two weren’t just eye-f*cking each other?”

“Tegen,” Danny said slowly, her teeth locked. “I know you’re hurting but—”

“Oh, shut up,” Tegen scoffed. “You know as well as I do these *s can’t keep it in their pants. And he’s one of the worst. You know he f*cked Kami back in the day, right? Tag-teamed her with Cox. He probably banged Eva too. Hope you plan on getting tested regularly.”

“I’m gonna knock her out,” Cox said.

Although Ripper resented being accused of f*cking Eva, and was pissed the little bitch had brought up Kami, as well as implying that he had diseases, he didn’t say anything. Mainly because Tegen was right. He had been one of the worst. But Danny already knew that. And as far as female opinion went when it came to him, the only one he cared about was ready to throw down with Tegen for talking shit. She might not be speaking to him but she sure as shit still cared. That was a good sign. Now he just had to get her talking again.

“Don’t you need to go see your mom?” Cage growled.

Tegen’s expression turned ice cold. “Fucker,” she spat, “I thought I told you that you do not get to speak to me.”

Surprised, Ripper glanced over at Cage and, damn, the dude looked half crazed, a little bit confused, a whole lot angry, maybe a touch homicidal, and yeah, there was definitely a unhealthy amount of battle lust raging through him.

What the f*ck was going on?

“Stop your bullshit,” Cage seethed, his fists clenching.

Tegen let out a loud, humorless laugh. “Why? What are you going to do, Cage?” She shook her head, smirking. “Nothing. You’re going to do nothing because you’re full of shit. In fact, you are shit. A big fat pile of steaming biker shit.”

Ripper and Cox looked at each other. Damn.

“Brother’s gonna blow,” Cox whispered.

Blow a load, maybe. Brother was about to tackle Tegen caveman-style and f*ck her right in front of anyone.

“Naw, dude,” he whispered back. “Look at him, he’s hard up for that bitch. Who the f*ck knew he’d been feelin’ Tegen all this time?”